Author: Sara Wright

The mountains shake my magic fortress and leave me shimmering golden in the snow. I warm from within now. Don’t get me wrong—I still feel the temperature drops and might freeze to death along with the next person, and yet the...

In the morning, I dive around like a little minnow into the nooks and crevices in my heart. There I discover first fear, but as I give it my attention, it blossoms into hope. I spent the day yesterday at my childhood home, and...

I wake this morning grateful for my full night’s sleep. I purr open more gradually than yesterday. It isn’t until my daughter tells me that her grandfather, Steve’s dad, died last night AND I discover that my debit card # was...

Last night I awoke, meditated, and realized that I would need to speak up a lot over the weeks and months ahead. We cannot stay silent. It’s like when I had to leave my church in South Carolina. Within a few weeks, the preacher...